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story_codes: MMF/g, g/g, non-cons, cons, supernatural

story_intro: Part of Steffie is trapped in the mirror world and tormented into trying to lure her other part inside. Seduction is the method she is taught to accomplish this - having sex to her counterpart to draw her in. And she is taught many brutal lessons about the price she'll pay if she fails.

story_language: English





 

Mirror Girl, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Steffie wept as she painfully walked through the dark and misty passage to the mirror. She didn't know where she was, but Silas and Marie had sent her on her way to wait for her other self to appear on the outside of the mirror. The mysterious servant, Hermes, was nowhere to be found. What she didn't know was that she would be brought to the mirror as soon as her counterpart looked into the glass. Silas and Marie knew this, but they just wanted their little captive to remain disoriented and feeling helpless.

	The previous night (and there was no telling night form day in this dim world behind the mirror), the seven year-old had been molested and induced into her first orgasm by Marie on the pretense of being taught to seduce her counterpart to enter the mirror world so that everyone could escape. But then she had been raped by Silas, who fed his powers from the energy released when her virginity came to a horrible end.

	Then Silas taught her how, as a reflection, she could break free from copying the movements of her other self in the mirror. She was relieved that this lesson did not involve her body being used by the others. But then Marie insisted on another "seduction lesson". 

	Where she had used her fingers before, Marie then used her mouth on Steffie's private parts. The little girl still blushed with shame as she remembered the good feelings she got from that, followed by the big burst that Marie called an orgasm. Then Marie made Steffie put her mouth on the woman's privates, which had hair all over it. Steffie didn't enjoy it, but she was able to make Marie cum.

	If the little girl did not care for what she had to do with Marie, what Silas did was worse. After her next lesson from Marie, the big man who was her great-great-great-great grandfather threw her back onto the black-topped table and pushed his penis into her private parts over and over until he added more of his thick white fluids to her tiny hole. It hurt tremendously when he did this, but at least there wasn't the horrendous ripping she felt the first time he did this - when he and Marie took her virginity. The little girl didn't know exactly what virginity meant, but it certainly hurt to lose it.

	They repeated another round of these "lessons" before telling her it was time to meet her other part in the real world. Another thing they hadn't told her was that she was only a tiny part of Steffie's essence that they had captured in the mirror. But she had all of Steffie's thoughts and feelings and her body was just the same as Steffie's. Or at least it had been. Now Steffie walked naked with the flawless skin of her smooth inner thighs now marred with streaks of dried fluid from her battered pussy, which still throbbed in agony.

	What no one knew on the inside of the mirror was that there was a bond of another kind between the real and mirror girls. The real Steffie had felt a semblance of the mirror Steffie's pain when she had been deflowered as she slumbered. Her sleep was fitful as her mirror self was molested and raped and when she awoke, she had a vague impression of having some bad dreams.

	Today was to be a practice day for the mirror Steffie to see if she could move independently of her counterpart while the other girl was looking into the mirror. Silas had instructed her that a four-foot square area on each side of the mirror was the portal area. With enough effort, the two girls could interact inside both areas. If today's test went well, the mirror Steffie was to bring the real world Steffie though the mirror tomorrow and beyond the portal on the mirror side. Once she was truly inside the mirror world, then Silas and Marie could cast a spell that would free them all (or so she had been told).

	Suddenly, the mirror Steffie felt herself thrown forward into some light. As her eyes re-focused, she saw that she was looking out through the mirror and walking toward her other self who was approaching the mirror on the real world side. Steffie was now clothed in a white sleeveless shirt with shoulder straps and a pair of blue shorts as the real-world Steffie was wearing. And the pain between her legs was gone along with the stains on her legs. The little girl was relieved and thankful to have been restored to the condition of her other self.

	In the real world, Steffie tried on more of the hats from the one trunk, admiring or laughing at each one she wore in the mirror. As before, there was nothing behind her image in the mirror - only a purple and black swirling. When she had mentioned this to her grandmother before, the woman explained that the silver inside the mirror was probably tarnished.  

	When she was down to the last hat, a man's bowler, she pranced in front of the mirror, tossing her hair. When she tilted her head up to give the mirror a "sophisticated" look, her reflection merely stuck her tongue out and winked. 

	Stunned, Steffie stared into the mirror. Her reflection did not look surprised; she only stood there with an impish grin on her face. Steffie turned around and carefully placed the hat in its box. Then she quickly spun and around and saw her reflection doing the same. Steffie carefully moved her limbs and body and changed her facial expressions and her reflection copied them precisely. When she heard her grandmother calling her to come down, she walked away from the mirror, occasionally looking back to see her reflection doing the same.

	"Well done, my dear. Well done!" said Marie as she took Steffie's hand and led her back to the large room. "Wasn't she magnificent, Darling?"

	"Indeed," answered Silas. "I couldn't have done better myself."

	Steffie smiled, relieved that she had passed the test. Despite the horrors the pair had already inflicted on her, she desperately wanted them to be happy with her. Maybe they wouldn't hurt her anymore. Marie knelt and hugged the little girl, then held her at arm's length. 

	"I absolutely love your new clothes," she told Steffie. "Why, they are just as easy to remove as yesterday's were."

	Steffie tried to protest that she did not need anymore lessons, but Marie quickly stripped her naked while Silas held her. 

	"Practice makes perfect, my dear," the woman said as she kissed Steffie tongue-first and began to finger the little girl's pussy.

	Steffie could do little as she was held standing in place as Marie mauled her with her mouth and fingers. Despite her discomfort and fear, the child finally came. Marie picked her up as Steffie's knees buckled and carried her to the obsidian table. 

	"When she was restored by her other self at the mirror, she was fully restored," Marie told her husband. "She is once again intact for you."

	Steffie tried to break free, but Hermes appeared from seemingly nowhere and pinned her wrists to the table. Silas held the little girl's legs apart with his hands as he brought his cock up to the small entrance of her hairless pussy. 

	What no seven year-old should have to endure once happened to Steffie for a second time as her cherry was brutally torn open again by Silas' invading cock. He gleefully plunged into the tight channel of the screaming girl, drawing more energy from her acute suffering. For him, there was little that could match the sight of his tick rod plowing between the pudgy lips of a youngster's bald twat. He didn't cease his pumping until he filled her small, bleeding sex with his semen.

	On the other side of the mirror, Steffie asked to be excused from dinner when she said her stomach was hurting. She actually hurt below that, but was too embarrassed to say so. When her parents checked on her later, they were concerned that she was sleeping badly. Her mother woke her up to check her temperature and was relieved to find no fever.

	Sometime the next day, Steffie limped back to the mirror. The flash of light appeared and once again she found herself healed and dressed as her counterpart appeared holding a clear plastic cup with her grandmother's homemade lemonade. Steffie craved a taste and the feel of the refreshment dancing on her tongue. 

	Her other self set the cup on a trunk as she excitedly dragged a bundle of clothing near the mirror. They were girls' dresses from the early nineteenth century, well preserved when this part of the attic had been air-tight for so long.

	In the real world, Steffie stripped down to her underpants and tried on the yellow frock first. She curtseyed and modeled it in front of the mirror. With all of the bad dreams she'd been having, she wasn't sure if yesterday's odd event with her reflection was even real. But the dresses were fun and her reflection seemed to be behaving today. 

	She removed the frock and took a sip from the cup.

	From inside the mirror, Silas summoned what little power he had to use beyond the mirror and focused on the cup in the little girl's hands.

	As she was about to take a drink, the cup jumped in Steffie's hands and the lemonade splashed down the front of her. Steffie gave a small yelp of surprise. She took an old drop cloth and wiped up most of the puddle on the floor and then evaluated her panties which were thoroughly soaked in the front. 

	Looking around to make sure she was alone, the stripped off the wet undergarment and hung it from an old lamp to dry. She was about to try on another dress when she saw her reflection in the mirror.

	The girl there who looked just like her was beckoning with one hand. The other hand was between her legs, caressing the little slit on her private parts. Steffie was stunned, but moved closer to the mirror. As she unknowingly stepped inside the portal area, she could feel the sensation of her own slit being rubbed. Startled, she looked down at her bald cunny and saw nothing touching it. Then she found that one of her fingers felt like it was rubbing something soft and smooth, like her privates!

	Steffie realized that she was feeling what the reflection was doing to herself. As she stepped up against the mirror, the reflection reached through the glass and took Steffie's other hand and brought it back through the glass so that it was on the mirror girl's pussy. The other girl's pussy was a little wet and Steffie started to recoil, but the mirror girl held her wrist fast and smiled. 

	The Steffie felt her cunny being touched more directly. Looking down she saw that the mirror girl had begun fondling her pussy. Her head began to swim as she felt everything she was doing, everything that the mirror girl was doing, and everything that both of them felt - all at the same time.

	When, Steffie's mouth dropped open in shock, the mirror girl leaned forward and planted her mouth over hers. Steffie felt her tongue being touched as well of the touch of her tongue on the other girl. As if the reflection had now taken hold of the real girl, Steffie's tongue wrapped itself against her other self's tongue. 

	The two girls, mirror images of each other, stood kissing wetly and softly as their hands played between each other's legs. The mirror girl broke her kiss and saw that Steffie was staring, opened-mouthed, in a daze. Knowing that she was succeeding, the mirror girl lowered her head to Steffie's chest and began sucking on a nipple. Steffie moaned softly as she felt her nipple harden and could taste it on the other girl's tongue. 

	After several languid minutes, the mirror girl had left a smear of saliva and two erect little nipples on Steffie's chest. She licked at the tender flesh of Steffie's stomach and then pulled on Steffie until she came down to the floor where the mirror girl laid her on her back. Genuinely enjoying what she was doing and glad of the pleasure she was bringing, the mirror girl smiled sweetly at Steffie. 

	She crawled on top of her real world counterpart and swung a leg over Steffie's head so that her lubricating pussy was over Steffie's face. The mirror girl bent her head down and began licking Steffie's pussy. She had disliked her forced cunnilingus on Marie's gaping, hairy cunt, but Steffie's mound was so smooth and clean and just her size. 

	She poked her tongue into Steffie's slit, which had lubricated itself after its lengthy massage. She could feel the fragile maidenhead and hoped that Silas would let the both of them keep theirs after she brought Steffie back across the mirror. She began to lick fervently, pausing every now and then to nibble on the small clit.

	Steffie could feel her cunny being mouthed and could taste it as well as feeling her tongue working into her tiny slit. She saw the mirror girl's pussy just above her face and knew she had to repeat this all on the other girl. Reaching up to pull on her image's buttocks, she pulled her down and sank her mouth over the other bald cuntlet, repeating what she was feeling the other girl do.

	And now she could feel the mirror girl being pleasured by her. The combination of feeling and being felt quickly overloaded her and she was completely unprepared for the wet explosion she felt in her immature sex. She felt herself cumming against the mirror girl's mouth and that set of a chain reaction of orgasms. She plunged her tongue into the mirror girl's snatch and pressed it against something that blocked any further intrusion. 
The mirror girl whined and then joined Steffie in another intense orgasm.

	As the mirror girl climbed off of her, Steffie lay on the floor, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened to her inexperienced little body. The mirror girl helped her up and then kissed her on the mouth. As their little tongues darted against each other, Steffie could taste her cunny which of course tasted just like the mirror girl's. Then the mirror girl gently led her in through the mirror's surface.

	As Steffie stepped inside the mirror and began to lead her real-world self in with her, she could feel the presence of Silas and Marie somewhere in the gloom behind her. Where she had felt and received nothing but warm pleasure with the other Steffie, she could feel their cold need, their eagerness, and their desire to inflict pain and take what they wanted. It was wrong; so very, very wrong.

	With a sudden rush, she pushed against the other girl, shoving her outside the mirror and sending her stumbling outside of the portal area. 

	Outside of the mirror, Steffie shook her head and tried to figure out where she was. The light in the window on the other side of the attic was changing as it was late afternoon. But she had just got up here after lunch. She had tried on the yellow dress, spilled the lemonade and hung her panties up to dry, and then...she didn't know what happened. 

	Her privates felt funny, like they had been wiggling on the inside. She didn't understand it and was a little concerned that she was wet down there. Had she almost peed herself? 
She got dressed, picked up the empty cup, and went downstairs to her family. 

	Inside the mirror, Steffie hid for hours, trying to avoid the wrath of Silas and Marie. In the end, it was Hermes who swiftly snatched her from behind and brought her to the main room. Her head quickly snapped to the side and her cheek stung as if on fire.

	"You ungrateful little slut!" Marie snarled as she slapped the girl again. 

	Hermes tore off the little girl's clothes at Silas' direction and threw the terrified child face down on the black table. Silas grabbed Steffie's thighs from behind and wrenched them apart. 

	"Disobedient bitch!" he roared. "And I'll take you like the bitch you are!"

	Steffie struggled as she felt the angry heat of Silas' prick head pressing against her. But it was in the wrong place. That was where she-

	Steffie screamed as Silas punctured his way into her ass. Her tissues had no time to react and she could feel herself beginning to bleed heavily as he ruthlessly jammed himself inside of her again and again. With an angry bellow he further assaulted her injured rectum with his hot, salty cum. 

	"Pull her up. I want her virginity this time," Marie ordered. 

	Silas pulled her up against his chest with her still mounted on his cock. Blood leaked from her torn anus and snaked over his balls. Marie had shed her clothes and approached the trembling child with a white ivory phallus in her hand. Steffie tried to plead with her but Marie was having none of it as she plunged the phallus into the seven year-old's hairless twat. Steffie's cries were of no use as she brutally twisted it inside the little girl. 
At last she pulled out the bloodied object and slipped it into her own cunt.

	As his wife pleasured herself, Silas turned to Hermes.

	"It is time you take some pleasure for yourself our faithful servant."

	Hermes came before Steffie and looked into her eyes. For the first time, Steffie could see his face and she screamed in horror. A victim of angry villagers on his home island, his face was a twisted display of torture. Furious over his worship of the evil gods, the islanders had attacked him and left him for dead. And ragged and empty socket marked where there had once been an eye. The lips and part of his cheek on one side of his face had been ripped away, leaving him with a permanent snarl that revealed the teeth he had filed into points.

	He brought his cock up to the bleeding slit that Marie had just attacked and thrust his way into the tiny channel. With her ass already stretched with Silas' girth, both of Steffie's passages tore as Hermes made his way to her cervix. But he wasn't content to stop there. He heaved himself against it and soon fucked his way inside Steffie's innocent womb. The mirror world would not let the little girl pass out as she felt more things rip apart inside of her. 

	It went on all night.

	The next morning, Steffie crawled toward the mirror, unable to walk. She had more trouble finding her way as one eye was swollen shut. And among his other horrors, Hermes had shown her how much he liked to bite. She carried this evidence all over her bruised young body.

	She knew the other Steffie was leaving today. Silas had warned her that she had better bring her in this time or what she had endured last night would be her lot for eternity. She stopped and collapsed on the floor as her strength gave out. Soon afterward, the saw and felt the familiar flash of light and was standing upright, clothes, and healed in front of the mirror. On the other side, her real self stood with a look of shock on her face.

	Outside of the mirror, Steffie could not recall the nightmares she had last night, only that it was enough to make her wake repeatedly in a cold sweat. She must have cried out at least once because her father had checked in on her. Somehow, she knew these dreams had something to do with the mirror, so she slipped up to the attic as her parents were packing the car. 

	When she looked into the mirror, she saw herself in her clothes standing in front of her. But the reflection was weeping form reddened eyes. Steffie stepped right up against the mirror and asked, "What's wrong?"

	The mirror girl looked startled and then looked at Steffie.

	"Please go away. They want you in here."

	"Who does?"

	"The others. They wanted me to get you inside the mirror so we could all get out, but I think that means they'll do something really bad to you. I'm sorry I tried to bring you inside."

	Steffie couldn't recall any of that, but remembered she had seemingly lost some hours of time yesterday. 

	"Is this why I've been having bad dreams? Who are you?"

	"I don't know about your dreams, but they've been hurting me real badly. I...I think I'm a part of you that got stuck here. But you got your parents, and Grandma and all your friends. No one here loves me."

	"I'll get you out!"

	"You can't," the mirror girl sobbed as she quickly looked behind her. "They're coming. You have to go now."

	"Why didn't you pull me in?" Steffie asked.

	"I was about to but then I just knew they were going to...do bad things to you. So I pushed you out."

	Steffie felt sick for the other little girl, whether she was or was not part of herself. And no one in there loved her. Acting on impulse, she pressed her lips against the mirror's surface and felt the mirror girl's soft lips against hers. She kissed the girl and pulled away. The mirror girl thanked her silently with her eyes, turned to look behind her, and fled to the side, disappearing from view. 

	Steffie backed away form the mirror as she though she heard the faint sounds of angry howls. Once she was out of the portal area, her head swam for moment and she regained her bearings. Something had happened again and she couldn't remember what. The mirror before her stood empty of any reflection; just a swirling mix of black and dark purple like a malignant bruise. She turned and left the attic.

	Inside, they had been searching for her for hours. Steffie heard Hermes footsteps quickly gaining on her from behind when an aura of light burst in front of her. Hermes howled and shielded his eyes. She could hear Silas and Marie approaching as well and the only route left was toward the light. She ran into it as the other closed in. Something about this felt right. She felt warmth and a sense of returning somewhere to become part of something whole again...

	"What the heck was that?" Mike asked something white reflected in the rear and side view mirrors of the car.

	"I don't know," said Pat as she turned to look backward. "Maybe it was the sun reflecting off of something." 

	She smiled as she looked down in the back seat. 

	"Anyway, it looks like Steffie is over her bad dreams."

	They drove on as their daughter slept in her seat with a contented smile on her face.

	"I can't continue this way!" Marie wailed. 

	Hermes snorted and shuffled unhappily nearby. Silas tapped at the glass of the mirror which still held them prisoner.

	"The mirror has been uncovered," he said. "There will be others who come. And we will be set free."

	
	 
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